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Hattori was a fool if he believed that Venom would go down and give up with one bat of his paw. Of course he wasn’t one to make assumptions. Venom was an author in her own demise as the power that was put into her leap only helped the shoulder that was very suddenly at her chest. Hattori shifted slightly and the pair of them worked in tandem to drive the wind from her lungs. She couldn’t help the sound of anguish as Hattori collided with her and her smaller frame was returned towards the ground.

Her shoulders landed and her head bounced off the sand, dazing her as she sucked in her breath from the hit. Before she could do anything Hattori pinned her skillfully. Sunset gaze widened as she struggled for breath and he leaned against her delicate throat. Again he bested her, proving his superiority as he held her down. Venom relaxed her body against the sand and submitted to his show of dominance.

She was breathless, but still felt that same electric pull that had taken over the first time the sparred and he had his fangs against her neck. Venom wondered if Hattori had any clue what he was doing to her now or before. ”Hattori,” her voice was a soft whine as she fought for breath. Her heart hammered against her chest and her skin burned where he held her. She fought against the feelings as she chanted her resolve internally, spring would come. ”You’ve bested me again.”